I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
i just saw a guy carrying a medieval times commemerative glass filled with vomit.. there were 2 people cheering him from behind
I puked in the AC vent. thing are gonna get ugly come summertime.
So am i just your go-to 'i found a tick on my penis' number?
The main two things I remember from last night is you "spanking Katey into reality" and watching her barf in terror.
I think its safe to assume that the 40yr old undergraduate with purple and pink in her hair and a tattoo of the eiffel tower above her ass crack has never actually been to Paris...
She just had to change the song on the radio cause I was tap dancing on her windshield
I take it we used my cleavage as a pen holder last night during the graffiti party. Looks like the colours of Crayola exploded all over my chest
I think I'll bring the beer we scavenged from that other party. What goes around comes around, especially when it's Corona because that shit is not staying in my fridge
Plan B, arranged marriage to a rich Indian, is rapidly becoming Plan A. Fuck Finals.
Just walked past the field playing Jesus music with a fanny pack full of condoms and beer. Happy Sunday.
Update: He still has devil magic genitals.
Fuck it, I work hard. I deserve nice sex toys
I think i just made eye contact with his roommate... while doing reverse cowgirl. Yup i have no shamee
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